Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are not a part of this, are you?
- Don't hit the horsies. - We won't.
It's nobody's fault.
- Anybody else feel that? - What?
You threw it at her?
And all of this madness will end.
Willow. Get it down, now.
Buckle up, kids. Daddy's puttin' the hammer down.
The trees are singing water.
No, that was a rocket launcher. What are you talkin' about?
Guess cutting school doesn't seem so bad now.
you might have noticed something interesting.
OK, that should do it.
- I gotta get out. Open a door now. - What happened?
Bring up the ranks. Advance.
All the light's gone.
- Keep the pressure on. - I always do, sweet bit.
You have seen a glimpse of the true Beast. Her power was too great to be contained.
We have to do something. She can't just stay this way.
Stay low.
Buffy, you have to get up. We need you.
like "Bring it on" and... wham!
You go ahead and play peekaboo with Mr Sunshine all you like.
- You were warned we would return, Slayer. - Took you long enough.
It's my life, and I'll do what I please with it.
Plus, we do have your General Forehead Guy.
Time. Time.
- Are you sure you're OK? - Yeah. But Spike's hurt.